Bug Master In Doomsday

"There are more than 100,000 dead souls under the sword, how about you!?"

Wang Mang was only able to hear this sentence. He suddenly felt a dull pain in his left neck. His flesh and blood was cut into a flat gap in an instant, and even the artery and trachea were cut in an instant, spewing dripping blood!

Wang Mang's eyes widened unwillingly, and his body collapsed to the ground. He fell to the ground, trying to say a few words, but he could only send out a few meaningless bytes.

The wound on the left neck now sees out a pile of bubbling blood foam, dripping on the ground, it looks extremely cruel!

"Thank you for dedicating your life to exchange for my freedom!" The man in the hat looked at Wang Mang who collapsed on the ground. The original tone of the urn voice was much higher. It seems that the introverted mood has also changed in this near-free situation. It has to be a little joy and excitement!

Wang Mang's eyes widened and he was lying on the solid yellow ground. With his last breath, he dragged his feeble body and slowly crawled towards the man in the hat.

"Do you want to live longer?" The man in the hat squatted down and swung the bright silver knife in his hand at Wang Mang's body. The sharp blade was only a few centimeters away from the tip of Wang Mang's nose, as long as he was moving forward. Climb one step, the tip of the knife will pierce his faceplate!

I am afraid that when the oil is exhausted and the lamp is dead, the insect armor covering Wang Mang's body also dissipates, revealing his fragile and dying body, just as the man in the hat frowned and was about to stand up and give Wang Mang a happy moment.

But Wang Mang's fleshy palm suddenly grasped the blade of the silver bright long knife. The sharp blade pierced his palm, and a stream of bright red blood flowed down the long knife.

Wang Mang raised his head abruptly and grinned at the man in the hat. The smile was not like the smile that a dying person could show, but contained a hint of trickery.

The man in the hat with a long sword showed some doubts between his brows. What is he laughing at?

Soon he discovered something was wrong, his body was so stiff that he couldn't move, as if his arms weighed ten thousand jin in an instant, and he couldn't even move a bit!

But then he discovered that no matter what was the case, the position where he had been hit in his chest before gave out a burst of violent pain like collapse and corrosion!

Isn't the injury suppressed by yourself?!

There was an unprecedented panic in the eyes of the man in the hat. He couldn't figure it out. It was obviously just a trauma. With his internal strength, he could suppress the injury for at least 20 minutes. But how is this happening now?

Wang Mang could only make a weird sound of ‘uh-uh’, but the smile on his face looked terrifying no matter what!

After two or three moments, the man in the hat suddenly found that the stiffness of his body disappeared. He breathed a sigh of relief and was about to slash Wang Mang's throat completely with a knife.

He lowered his head and found that he might be dying!

A horrible blood hole the size of a basketball was exposed from his chest. A coquettish lotus was floating on his chest, sucking his blood and even vital energy like a pump!

This blood lotus seems to have replaced his heart, completely occupying everything that controls his body!

"I'm not reconciled! I won't die!" The man in the hat roared stiffly, his exposed big hands instantly became haggard, and disgusting corpses appeared.

From his hands to every part of his body, all the vital energy gathered in his chest, and the fascinating and evil blood lotus became more and more magnificent, even revealing its holiness!